Oh for holy fucking shit’s sake, can anything ever just happen conveniently at one time? My guess is that the answer to that stupid question is a resounding NO.
I am flying from CT to CA (SFO) at 1:00 tomorrow, hopefully to be in time to send my favorite little brother into the OR for a not entirely surprise heart valve replacement. I booked my flight and scrambled an AirBnB room within 3 blocks of the hospital by 5pm, packing and getting things taken care of all evening.
Then, of course, my cat Prowler got attacked by some hateful, biting feline fuckwit and needs to see the vet for antibiotic injection first thing (clear puncture bites left and right haunch)l Thank god I have a vet who is amenable to such last minute drop ins, and that I have dope enough to get Prowler into the carrier/car/horrific nightmare that typically constitutes a vet visit.
So, packing frantically this evening, casually counting up lacerations on kitty to be attended to first thing in am, I take a restroom break and discover this…thing on my cooch, specifically on the upper right mons pubis. A lump, sore when pressed, no head or eruption, but a marble-like swelling well under the skin.
Can’t say I’m overjoyed at the prospect of spending 8 or so hours in coochie-sweating cramped coach seating while this shit develops further tomorrow. Nor am I feeling particularly relaxed that I’d probably be the one person who inadvertently introduces some MRSA kind of shit to my dear little brother right after his heart operation.
What the fucking shit do I do?!?! Hot compress tonight? Antibiotic ointment? Pack pads tomorrrow? For background, I have endless UTI history (and one recent), plus been on antibiotics for long undiagnosed/ignored Lyme for about 18 months. And am a compulsive hand washer and bather.
Oh and this is all on the eve of the first anniversary of our loss of our middle brother, from esophageal cancer last July.
Ugh, seriously. What the fuck, life?!?!? What to do?!